JazzBabySays: -had all but thrown Bonecrusher over his shoulder caveman style and dragged him to the nearest room, which was thankfully one of theirs since he actually wasn't in the right mindset to care, so long as he wasn't in public as ordered by Lord Megatron then everything is AOK. thankfully he manages to get them on the recharge berth this time, though he does so by practically body slamming the other into it-

Crush All Humanz: *and is slammed! is perfectly a-ok with that, really, that's pretty awesome. he digs his claws into Blackout's sides and tugs him close, lowering his voice* what got into you, huh? *is rumbling, not really purring because he'd NEVER do that.*

JazzBabySays: less talking -snarls, doesn't even waste the time finishing that statement right away as he allows himself to be pulled closer, claws digging and scraping and ripping at the other's armor, both wanting to touch but be closer, to make sure every part of him feels something but being impatient....to sum it up rather nicely he's just acting frenzied and violent. though he does manage to add a bit more to his earlier statement after awhile of his digits wandering, voice strained, heated- Unless of course it's to hear you scream.
Crush All Humanz: *blink. well okay then - and he growls, claws moving to dig and pull at armor, trying to be a little more careful with the latches this time, and tilts his head up to kiss him viciously, not really caring if he bites the other - or if the other bites back. if he wants to play rough... digs his claws into latches to pop them apart, nicking the metal and wires below - then he'll play rough.*
JazzBabySays: -much, much better...growls hungrily into the kiss, doing far more than just biting him back (though he's going quite a bit of that), glossa making sure to explore every inch that it can reach. his claws make quicker work of Bonecrusher's armor, hardly taking the time to unlatch them at all, it being discarded randomly seeing as he's much more interested in hearing what sort of noises the other can make. his frame gives a pleasant shudder at the sensation of each claw that he comes in contact with, his own fingers returning the favor tenfold, twisting and pulling and brushing, mixing the feelings of pain and pleasure oh so well...-

Crush All Humanz: *groans at that, claws digging in deeply and freezing briefly as he tries to get a handle on the situation - at least a little bit, even if it's near impossible - and speeds up his pace, taking a little less care now as he tugs piece after piece of armor off the other, growling low in his throat and, well, fighting back tooth and nail (literally)*
JazzBabySays: Come on, Crusher, is this all you have to offer? -manages to hiss at him, voice coming out like steam - hot and heavy. his entire being is thrumming, wanting, desiring, needing. if the both of them can even twitch after this, much less move around, he'll consider the attempt a failure. and he doesn't take very well to failure, so he puts everything he has into, a hand undoing the last latch of armor with a loud creak of bending metal, his hands getting right to work on the newly exposed, delicate wiring and sensitive plating that makes the other up-

Crush All Humanz: *forces down a gasp at the other, and slaggit last time had gotten complaints but - he tears at the other's armor now, ripping as much of it off as he can get his hands on, sure that yeah latches are breaking, but - he takes his claws and scrapes them along every inch of wiring that appears, alternating between real clawing and more or less caresses, ripping his mouth from the other's and going to bite at shoulder and neck and even teething some of the plating of his upper chest, hissing all the while and forcing back noises - make the other work for it, if he's so desperate...*
JazzBabySays: -can feel the remnants of his armor basically just snapping off and not caring, each pop eliciting a growl or a moan, the lingering hurt rippling through his systems and coupling with the feeling of all the other acts Bonecrusher was putting him through to make for one boisterous Blackout. for a moment all of it nearly had him overloading on the spot, his entire vision flooded red with warning signs of overheating, breaches, severed lines, threats...all of it was overridden. tonight he'd far surpass his limits, and he was going to take Bonecrusher with him. utilizing his EMP related abilities he sent out a pulse, at first nothing more than a small brush, almost a crackle, that steadily grew in volume until it was nearly shaking the recharge berth loose-

Crush All Humanz: *can't function - holy primus what the hell - and his whole body arches up against Blackout, grinding up against him and he has to really choke down all his noise, force it back - oh primus - and his claws reach and scrape and dig into the other's back, snarling a little and tearing them along his spine, engine roaring and overheating but he bites at wiring on the other's chest and wants to growl, "you're gonna have to do better than that, slagger! " but can't seem to remember how his vocalizer works...*

JazzBabySays: -as if reading his thoughts (and knowing us all, it's entirely possible at this point) he gives another deep growl, one that's so deep it practically amplifies the pulses he's still sending out. by this point they've invaded each sensor, every nook and cranny and possible electronic field surrounding Bonecrusher's frame, and yet still finding some new area to pleasure. his hands move to begin at the other's shoulders, mercilessly digging his claws in and dragging them dooooooown his arms, tearing at his wiring and leaving visible gashes. about the time he reaches his wrists he takes them in a death grip, claws surpassing more than just prickling as presses him down, using his own body as necessary to ensure that if a part of them weren't touching before...they certainly are now, the forming of their bodies seeming to scream mine, together, say my name-

Crush All Humanz: *he can't fight it so he instead bites down hard, moaning muffled slightly by the shoulder he's currently clamped on to, body shuddering and a few warnings going off from overheating, but he isn't going to just -* aahhhhn - *to just give in, and he claws at the other's back and tears at wiring and hopes he's leaving marks but he can't quite -* hhhaaa - *can't quite be sure-*
JazzBabySays: -gasps loudly, but not minding in the least - if anything it certainly encourages him, his actions heightening if possible. and if the way the other is reacting is anything to go by it can apparently be done. but as much as he loves being one of the few to actually get the other this close to crying out he can break him some other time (perhaps during the second round?) and reaches for the other's spark chamber, the tips of his fingers catching on its seam in demand, the only thing preventing him from just splitting it wide open being that he'd always rather have it offered to him on a silver platter, loving the thought that crosses his processor every time they come to this part that Bonecrusher wants this as badly as he does, to open up to him like this...-

Crush All Humanz: *hisses a bit and can't even afford the processors right now to contemplate saying "no," to even think about what he's doing, just going through automatic processes to unlock the casing, growling at Blackout dazedly and trying to cool down every overheating bit - failing miserably, but it's the thought that counts* slagger... *he's not even sure why he thought to say anything at all, maybe pissed that the other was giving up, maybe just saying it to see if his vocalizer still works at all*
JazzBabySays: -is hardly 'giving up'. this is merely the beginning of what Blackout is capable of, of what he can do to Bonecrusher and make him feel...and there is still plenty of time to show it to him- Spare your intakes. Unless it's - ungh - my name you're saying, just moan for me then. -has to almost pause in his ministrations to put enough memory to opening his spark casing, the process taking almost too achingly slow for him though it matters in the course of milliseconds.-

Crush All Humanz: *growls at that, sliding claws along his spine and down to his aft, groping lewdly and kindasortamaybe trying to distract him briefly, just get him off guard for a second - and then drags one hand back up along his spine, scraping wires bare in some spots, digging long claws into the joint between neck and shoulder, not deeply enough to get anything vital.* talk if i - ahhh - want.
JazzBabySays: -his entire frame goes rigid as the disks making up his spine are scraped, each click-click-click of those claws running along them playing him like a well strung instrument. a soft grunt leaves him as he feels something slide into the crook of his shoulder, the claws threatening to snap some wires if the other chose so much as to twitch at this point. the pressure had him tilting his head downwards, teeth grazing the other's shoulder in return...once...twice...before claiming the sensitive plating, his teeth now leaving a deep mar in it. he's only temporarily distracted though, his chassis starting to shift into a better position of alignment-

Crush All Humanz: *groans lowly at that, moving against Blackout and trying to maybesortof line them up better, letting his claws twitch in the other's shoulder, only taking the barest amount of caution to not snap anything important and shifts his position to bite at the opposite shoulder, more to muffle noises and not give Blackout the satisfaction than anything*

JazzBabySays: -as their sparks become closer little wisps break off, spiraling towards each other, apparently as greedy and impatient as the rest of them. he doesn't waste any more time on pleasantries, slamming himself closer and bringing their sparks together, flooding as much information into the connection as possible. Everything he'd been experiencing up till now - about the excitement spurred from the torture session with the others, the challenge Bonecrusher presented - his need and desire and wants and demands, the pains and pleasures and everything that could possibly be in between. Whatever he'd been given or made to feel was shot right at him-

Crush All Humanz: *he can't even muffle the roar that escapes against the other's shoulder, groaning at the influx of information and feeling and ohhhhh - and all he can do is shift his claws to clamp down on the other's shoulder, forcing himself to concentrate and sends back everything his processors pull up - snatches of songs, the feeling of being under him, actually really being at someone's mercy for the first time in who knows how long, how hard it is for him to just not scream right now or anytime they're together, just how that trick with the EMP made him feel - he goes for everything right now, not reallly monitoring anything but the connection and the information shooting through him from the other*
JazzBabySays: -his intakes hitch and catch at the influx, processor almost unable to keep up though by sheer force of will he remains as in control as can be expected. a split second decision has him pressing in a bit closer, their spark energies easing further into each other, Blackout taking extra care not to meld them completely can't yet not yet aren't ready, the contact still bringing them to an entirely new level of closeness-

Crush All Humanz: *can't process - can't - oooh - all he can do is grip and hope something makes sense right now because slag if he can think properly, back arching and mouth moving from shoulder to neck to jaw, nipping and licking, little growls and gasps and moans escaping and he doesn't even care anymore, and he sends that through the connection, don't care don't care vocalizer's gone, can't make that work so - yesyesyes, Blackout-*
JazzBabySays: -the other's voice is amplified due to the connection, each word carrying with it a song, an emotion, a thought - compelling him closure to completion. his system warnings are becoming more urgent, harder to override, signals about his spark casing starting to melt from the extended contact a little late in coming as the sensors there send emergency pulses, Blackout having to put a cap on the majority of them to allow him to just keep moving, claws curling around the other's upper arms, holding him close and in place as he sends out as much information as he can before everything goes blindingly white-

Crush All Humanz: *pulls his claws out of the other's shoulder as errors start making themselves appropriately annoying and in the way and -* ahn- *-relatively useless, and he kisses Blackout hard and tries to hold on for maybe just a bit longer than the other this time, show him up just a bit but why bother, really, when it's just so -* uhhn *-hard to do that - he lets processors go into overdrive and lets himself overload and keeps a firm grip on Blackout the entire time, hoping the last few yes's and blackout's reach him but not really caring...*
JazzBabySays: -nonmandatory systems are temporarily offlined as everything attempts a recovery, gears that had been clawed aside turning back into place, coolant systems running at full capacity, and his processor still running as it tries to sort out all the newfound information - even though the majority of it are just small clips of something obviously so far much larger, his command lines making sure to keep them anyway despite how useless they might seem at first glance. after many drawn out moments his optics flicker rapidly a couple times before permanently coming back on to survey the scene now set before him. what were they doing so low...oh, apparently they'd knocked the berth off its hinges on the wall without them taking noticing...again.-

Crush All Humanz: *groans and grumbles incoherently, shutting his optics off for a long moment, everything aching in a good way (for once, thank Primus), mentally batting aside processes asking him "what the slag are you doing you idiot?!"* ungh.... *had been trying to say "stupid berth" but whoops, looks like he hasn't quite connected anything brain-mouth wise yet*
JazzBabySays: mmm...-is still in the splayed position he'd collapsed in on top of the other, his processor pointing out that his spark chamber is unable to close all the way by itself, but moving has apparently become too much effort if the loud, protesting creaks his arm makes is any indication. meh, at least he's comfy-

Crush All Humanz: *mumbles a little, trying to test out his vocalizer - and failing. oh well. at least he isn't on top so he doesn't have to ever worry about moving at all ever again for as long as forever.* nngh. *shifts a bit, feeling a few processes skipping around erratically and distracting himself with them for a bit, trying to get them back to proper working order.*
JazzBabySays: -finally manages to twitch his fingers enough to snap his casing closed, his hand flopping back to rest on the other's chassis, planting itself there firmly, intending to hold on and be there till the end of time. manages to sneak in a nip on the other's chin before resting his head under the other's, letting his coolant systems take over for the most part-

Crush All Humanz: *sigh* ........need *kssh* new berth.... *still distracted, focusing what little concentration he has at the moment on fixing internal errors that probably shouldn't have shown up after a relatively normal night in. whatever.*
JazzBabySays: -says something, but Pit if he knows what he's talking about at the moment and holds on a bit tighter-

Crush All Humanz: ............ *really didn't understand. oh well, nothing new there - but he did notice the hand, finally, and makes a small noise, stroking along the other's spine as much as he can without really moving his hand. really, quite a feat.*
JazzBabySays: -his spine shifts and bends along with his fingers, both enjoying the touch much like a cat would and to knock them slightly back into place - though Primus help you if he's called out on that cat part. and considering how unhelpful Primus is being...-

Crush All Humanz: *wouldn't even bring it up - he's just content enough to run his hand along that small bit of spine and maybe knock a few processes back in place... later. tomorrow. maybe.*
JazzBabySays: -smirks slowly, half joking- So...ready for round two?

Crush All Humanz: *grumbles a bit* ....once i *ksst* talk again, 'n maybe when my *ksst* arm works again - *still, gives the other a lewd grin and would totally be ready for round two if the mun didn't have a midterm to work on*
JazzBabySays: -can just say they went at it like bunnies since Blackout is apparently still hopped up on torture sessions...and I'm not sure my squeamish brain can handle much more so it's all good-

Crush All Humanz: *and so we safely assume they are banging like robobunnies in the middle of robospring, and I flee for my midterm!*